Simon (Steele Riders MC Second Generation #3)

Chapter One

Simon

I speed down the road on my motorcycle, going for my morning ride.

I drive through town for a good hour while everyone is just beginning their day.

I see some of my family and friends out and about, but there is one person I’m hoping is where she’s supposed to be.

I ride past Law’s house, catching sight of Trouble’s vehicle parked outside.

That gives me a little peace of mind that she’s home.

We’re on winter break from school, and soon I’ll head back to finish my automotive engineering degree while she finishes her senior year of high school. She turns eighteen next month.

As much as I love staying home, I can’t wait to get back—and Trouble is the only reason. She’s the reason I lie awake at night, ride on my motorcycle more than I should, work out twenty hours a week, and call home way too fucking much.

I have way too many opportunities to run into Vivian Lawrence over the coming weeks, especially if we do a large Steele Riders holiday feast. I roll my eyes just thinking about that.

I love my friends and family, but seeing Vivian is fucking torture.

The day she turned sixteen was like a damn switch flipped on me, and then I’d been so obsessed that I snarled at every boy and man that breathed near her until I spoke to her father that summer.

It’s been almost two years of obsession, and I can’t do anything about it.

What’s worse is that I know she wants me as much as I want her.

In fact, she’s done her best to flirt with me as often as possible, teasing me to the point that I almost kissed her.

Instead, I insulted her and told her to go home and grow up.

Sometimes I regret those words, and sometimes they’re the only thing keeping the distance between us.

I pulled into the auto body shop lot and parked my bike. As I do, my dad calls out and says, “What’s up, Son? It’s good to see you here so early.”

“Yeah, early,” I scoff, checking my watch. It’s already ten, and they’ve all been here for three hours at least.

“Well, you’re on vacation,” he reminds me, like he has for the past several days. It’s a force of habit, I suppose. Working hard is something that’s been ingrained in me since I was a little kid, and he has no one to blame but himself.

“I need to earn my spending money,” I tease.

He gives me money to spend while I’m away, but I don’t do shit besides focus on my obsession, and that doesn’t cost a dime.

Besides, we all have trust funds, and I’ve been earning my keep for years working in the shop.

He’s been storing money away for me since I was ten.

“Come on. I’ve got an engine to rebuild. Show me what you’ve learned.” I smirk and rub my hands together. This is going to be a great day.

We work hard for the next two hours, and I lose some of my outerwear until I’m down to my undershirt and jeans. It’s the middle of December, but it doesn’t matter because we’re just south of Dallas, so it’s in the mid-sixties.

My dad and I are having a blast.

“Need a drink?” he asks me.

“Yeah,” I answered from under the engine block. We’re taking our time because we can. I know it as much as he does. Yes, there are other projects on my father’s list, but we don’t spend that much time together anymore. I love my dad, and one day I’d love to share this with my son, if I have one.

He hands me a cold glass of sweet tea that I’m sure my mom prepared for us. “This is perfect.”

“Tell me about it. That woman is a godsend,” he says with a happy sigh. When I look at Vivian, that’s what I see and feel. It’s like the happiness my parents share. My chest burns with an ache I can’t explain, and I want to be with her.

I set the glass down and pick up a wrench, getting back to work. We’re almost done when something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye.

“Uh-oh,” I grumble, picking up my grease towel and wiping my hands while staring at the front.

At least once a week, she makes a damn excuse to come to the shop.

She doesn’t even have a problem with her car, so there is no reason for her to be here.

If she did have an issue, her father or brother would bring it in.

It’s bullshit, and it’s a distraction I don’t need.

“What is it?” my father asks, following my gaze.

“Trouble.” My attention is laser focused on the door.

Standing there is the most beautiful and most frustrating girl ever—Vivian.

She’s been following me around everywhere, trying to draw me in so that I would make a critical error that would get us both in trouble; hence the reason I forever call her Trouble.

“What are you doing here, Vivian?” I bite out. She can’t fathom how much seeing her and sending her away with pain in her eyes hurts me.

She tosses me a look of disgust before smirking. “I came to say Merry Christmas, jerk. I don’t know how long you’re in town, but I’m going out of town for a ski trip with friends.”

“Aren’t you too young to be going skiing?

” Viv and my dad look at me like I’m nuts.

She’s driving me nuts in so many damn ways that I’m going to be locked up in an asylum in some hidden location for special circumstances—for men who have been tormented by little temptresses knowing exactly what they’re doing.

I’m both angry and hard at the same time.

I could crack the damn wrench in my hand.

“I didn’t realize there was an age limit on skiing,” she hisses.

“I meant without your parents.” Sometimes I just want to bend her over and spank her ass for that smart damn mouth of hers. I’m definitely getting too old for the thoughts I have of her, even though it’s not entirely wrong of me. We grew up close together, but we are not family.

“Well, it’s a school trip. No need to worry. The boys are staying in a different room.” The smile on her face results in a deep, rigid scowl on mine. I almost crack my teeth with the way my teeth are clenched.

“Boys?” I’m about to have a mild stroke. I grip the edge of the workbench, and I hear the slightest crack. My dad taps my shoulder to remind me to let go.

“Yeah. I do go to a co-ed school, you know. Anyway, I came to say Happy Holidays. See ya.” She practically skips out of the place, and my father does his best not to laugh at my fucking misery, but the damn coughing chuckle comes out.

“Come on, Son. You can finish this up and book your trip. I’ll contact her daddy and get the details.

” Yeah, because that’s what her dad wants.

I can just slide on up to her vacation alone in the snowy mountains and snuggle up with his daughter where I can deflower and impregnate her.

Damn, I’m getting hard thinking about it.

I shake the thought from my head before I do just that to prove that she’s mine.

“What? I can’t go there with her.” I slam my hands down on the bench, letting my head fall forward. I’m doing my best to hold it together, but I want to beat the shit out of someone. Maybe one of my Steele buddies would be up for a sparring match.

My dad grips my shoulder and asks, “Why?”

I’m defeated as I stare back at my father. “Because I don’t trust myself.”

He nods, understanding my dilemma. “Fine. I’ll send your brothers. They could use a vacation.”

“Sounds like a good deal to me.” They’re eighteen-year-old twins, looking for something to do. “As long as they know damn well to keep their eyes and hands where they belong.”

“You know your brothers would do anything for you.” Yes, they would.

I’ve done my best to avoid the troublemaker because when I’m around her, my heart beats out of my chest and my body reacts like every red-blooded straight male around a sexy woman like her. “Damn it. That woman is a sin.”

“Sorry. If it makes you feel better, you graduate in the summer and she’s legal then,” he reminds me. Not damn likely.

“It’s like a fucking eternity.”

He taps the motorcycle we’re working on and says, “Timing is everything—in motors and in love. It took me eight months to finally meet your mother.”

“I guess you have a point. Not that it matters, though, because she’s a minor.”

“Uh-oh,” he mutters.

“What is it?”

“Trouble.” We’re both staring at my mom.

“Clear out.” I turn to the rest of the employees in my dad’s shop. They all know the routine. “Hello, Mother,” I greeted her with a hug.

She pulls back and gives us a mischievous grin. “So the most interesting thing happened to me today. I had the urge to go skiing for the holidays. I’ve already booked the entire trip to Vail.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I was having lunch with Vanessa.” They became close after everything that happened all those years ago. “Well, anyway. She mentioned skiing and, well, we’ve never been and since I have all my children here, I thought it’d be a great idea. Christmas in Vail.”

“Sounds wonderful, my love.”

“You’re both trying to kill me.”

“No. A mother knows what’s good for her son. We learned that a long time ago. Besides, seventeen is legal in Texas. Although I’m not sure her father would take too kindly to his seventeen-year-old knocked up, so be smart and careful.”

“I’ve got things to do.” I shake my head and leave the garage, locking the door behind me so no one gets any kind of shock and my father doesn’t have to kill anyone. I hop on my motorcycle and go for a drive.

Vail is going to be a nightmare, and I sure as fuck don’t want to go.

I hate skiing, and I’m not a fan of the cold, wet snow.

My body shivers at the visual of having to actually participate.

I’ll be spending my time in the lodge or doing my best to avoid Vivian while my brothers keep track of her.

There’s no way I can be around her without losing my composure.

By the end of the night, I’ve decided that there’s no way I can let her go with other men.

She won’t be safe with all the pricks who want between her thighs.

I want between her thighs, to fill her up with my thick, long cock.

The thought of sliding deep inside her slick, tight pussy stiffens me as always.

Damn it. I close my eyes and grip my dick, trying to calm down.

I don’t need to beat off again. Almost every day I’m stroking my meat to thoughts of Vivian in so many positions.

I slam my eyes shut and groan as I recall the image of her sexy mouth sassing me today. I want to fist her hair and demand she get on her knees. She gave as good as she got, and I was being a dick. I’d show her what I thought of that spicy little mouth of hers.

“Vivian,” I groan, lowering my zipper. I’m grateful that my parents gave me my own section of the house and I have a private bathroom.

Taking off my shirt, I toss it into my laundry basket and then take off my pants, sending them with my shirt.

I stroll into my en-suite shower and turn it on, letting the spray get warm.

When I’m fully undressed, I step in and begin soaping up, lathering my chest. With my eyes closed, those thoughts of Vivian pushed into my mind again—the way she glared, the rapid beating of her heart every time she got angry with me.

“Fuck,” I groan. It raised her ample chest up and down. I want to reach out and cup those fat, round tits. Squeeze her hard nipples and pluck them, just to hear her moan for me. She would too, I could bet on it.

“Girl, you’re breaking me,” I grunt, imagining my lips slamming onto hers in a violent kiss that I’ve needed for so long. Even though Vivian is strong and independent, she’s been aching for me as much as I have for her. “Knees, now,” I demand after pulling her back by her long, honey-blonde hair.

“Simon,” she gasps.

“You can do it, baby. You know what I want, and you want it too,” I reply, guiding her to my cock that’s aching for her pretty mouth.

She opens up and I slide in, going as deep as she can fit.

“God,” I moan out, stroking the rest as she moves over my shaft.

It’s not long before I’m roaring my release, spraying my heavy load all over the shower wall and my hand.

“Fuck.” May is less than six months away.

I try not to think about Viv’s birthday coming up next month.

The end game is graduation. Six months until we’re both out of school and she’ll be under me, on top of me, or even against the damn wall every fucking night.

Damn, the image of pinning her to a wall is getting me hard again.